Flint • Apr 13, 2007 1:20 am
Sometimes they're like a cat, stuck in a tree (how the hell did you get up there?), but they're attacking the guy with the ladder (do you want to stay up there?) . . . I could have told them to move out of the way before the tree grew underneath them, but now that they're up there, it looks like they'll be hissing at me until I rescue them (again). Next time, ask me six months ago. Seriously. I'm not a fucking mind-reader. Oh, and by the way...
YOU'RE WELCOME.
YOU'RE WELCOME.